I picked up the wine stick on the table, there was a small silver mirror at the bottom, and I looked it sideways as a mirror, and when I saw that Azam was no longer looking, and his mouth was reciting something rapidly, it was obvious that Denkang had begun to cast a spell. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The two of us quietly looked back again, and Azanon was shaking, his body shaking, and his face was covered with beads of sweat. The two girls laughed even harder, thinking that Azamon was deliberately funny to amuse them. And the guests sitting next to him all looked over and pointed. The two girls, probably bored, left Azamon and walked away, pointing back at him as they went, as if they were not satisfied with him.

Holding the back of his chair with his hand, Azannon struggled to his feet and staggered towards the northeast corner.

Fei Dabao was a little anxious: "Where is Master Dengkang hiding?" I shook my head, thinking to myself that it didn't matter, that it wasn't important that Azanon couldn't find him. Just as I was trying to figure out what to do, the reporter left his seat and walked towards Azanon, presumably intending to go around to the side to take pictures.

At this time, Azandon looked up and saw the reporter, he gasped for breath, and stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around the reporter's shoulders. Fei Dabao and I quietly walked over, hid behind a few grab machines next to us, and pulled out to look. I saw that Azanon was chanting a mantra in his mouth, and blood was bleeding from his nose.

The reporter was a little frightened, so he took Azannon's hand away, hid to the side, and raised his camera to shoot vigorously. Azanon staggered a few more steps forward, when I saw a man dressed in white, face inward, with his left hand hanging down, carrying a dark red string of beads standing at the two pool tables in the corner. He leaned against the wall, as if looking at the young men and women playing billiards.

Although you can't see the face, you can see from the clothes you wear and your figure, it's Dengkang. I was worried that Azam was going to get in trouble and sabotage Deng Kang's spell, but the reporter was reluctant to go any further, but was just taking pictures next to him, and I turned my heart and saw two strong men in black T-shirts on the other side of the bar, chatting with the bar lady, and I knew that it was the security guard of the bar. If Azan Wong grabbed Deng Kang, I would immediately call the security guards and say that if someone deliberately caused trouble, at least the two of them would have to be separated, but I couldn't show my face because I would be photographed by reporters.

Azon had only walked less than five or six meters, and as soon as he came to the billiard table, he stopped, holding the table with his hand, and seemed to be very hard. Two young men with dyed yellow hair were playing ball, and next to a sexy-dressed girl with a cigarette in her hand, she pointed at Azan Weng unhappily and said a few words in Cantonese, which should have kept him out of the way.

But at this time, Azanon hung his head and gasped for air, and the two men stopped the ball in their hands and looked at Azanon suspiciously. One of them came over and said a few words, but Azam ignored them. The man was a little upset, pointed his club at Azanon and shouted at him. Azanon slowly raised his head, and the girl next to him screamed, but Fei Dabao and I could only see Azanon's back and didn't know what was happening.

The bar was noisy, and the girl's screams would not have been paid attention to at all. At this time, he saw Azamon slowly sitting cross-legged on the ground, taking a string of beads from his neck and wrapping it around his wrist, his back still shaking. The man with the cue pulled the girl off the billiard table, and someone began to watch. And Deng Kang also left the wall and slowly walked to another corner, so as not to be suspicious if he continued to stay there. When the security guard at the bar saw the movement, he came over and saw Azon sitting on the ground, and he stood next to him and asked a few questions.

Azon didn't react, and the security guard went around to the front and was startled because his eyes widened. The reporter stood next to him and pressed the shutter continuously, and then quietly went around the other side of the pool table to shoot from the front and side angles.

The security guard bent down and patted Azannon on the shoulder, and when he saw that he still did not move, he beckoned two more security guards, one of whom was tall and strong, with pigtails in his hair and tattoos on his arms, and seemed to have a bad temper, and when he didn't get a response after saying a few words, he raised his leg and kicked Azamon in the chest.

Suddenly, Azamon screamed and got up, rushed up and hugged the tattooed security guard and bit him in the face. The security guard screamed in pain and slammed Azanon on the head with a punch like a sandbag, and the other two security guards hurriedly went over to pull them away, and finally pulled the two sides apart, the tattooed security guard's nose was already bloody and blurred, and then I saw Azanon's face, bleeding from his eyes, nose and mouth, and his facial features were displaced, as if he had been injected with some kind of drug. His eyes were red, and he screamed and threw himself at the man next to him, who was so frightened that he retreated, and Azamon was like a fly without a head, scurrying around in the bar, and wherever he went, the crowd scattered in all directions. Eventually, Azam stumbled out of the gate and disappeared. Except for the loud music and flickering lights in the bar, everyone stood still, watching the direction in which Azandon had fled, and no one spoke, all stunned.

It took a few minutes for people to come back to their senses and leave the bar, and Fei Dabao and I watched as the reporter walked out first, followed by the two of us, followed by Dengkang. He walked very slowly, as if nothing had happened. As planned, the three of us went our separate ways, and when the reporter went out, he got on a small scooter parked in front of the bar and disappeared into the darkness.

Deng Kang looked at us, smiled and walked to the intersection, beckoning for a taxi to leave. Fei Dabao and I walked to the next block before taking a taxi back to the hotel. When we entered the guest room, we both lay on the bed and didn't make a sound for a long time. The horrified and distorted face of Azon just now still came to mind. Fei Dabao's hands were trembling slightly, but I was not as scared as him, after all, I had witnessed this kind of scene of tragic death and madness due to fighting or falling in the middle several times before. Hong Xia's bones were stolen, Jiang Yingzhong's soul fell and crashed, Azanba and Azanqu were killed by Dengkang, and Azanyou's fate was ......

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian, that Azanong, where can he go?" Fei Dabao propped up his upper body, and his tongue was already knotted. I thought about it and said that he was likely to bite people on the street, and if he encountered the police, he might be shot dead on the spot. It is also possible to be hit by a car or fall into the river.

Fei Dabao asked: "If he really dies, will we get into a lawsuit?" Will that reporter leak the news? I'm most worried about this guy. It seems that he remembered that the anti-water Ah May came before. I smiled and reassured him that the tabloid reporter didn't know the truth at all, and we just revealed to him that Azan Wong from the Thai King Buddha Store was going to xxx* bar tonight and asked him to find the news point, and that's it.

"That's okay," Fei Dabao took my reassurance pill before he lay back on the bed again, "So, that guy has to thank me because he inadvertently got the ...... of the fierce material"

Two days later, the news was on the news, and Fei Dabao and I saw that the newspaper really published a full page of news at the newsstand, with several pictures, including Azam Wong flirting with two sexy girls in that * bar, Azam Wong at the pool table, holding the table and bending over, Azam Wong sitting cross-legged on the ground, the security guard and the player scolded, Azam on the front, his facial features were bleeding, Azam Wong was crazy biting the security guard, Azam Wong ran out of the bar and other photos, it was simply a multi-grid live-action cartoon, but the faces of the security guard, the beater and the two bar girls were all mosaic.

The text is also very detailed, and the reporter introduced in the press release that he got a tip-off, saying that he happened to meet the love master Azamon in a * bar on Lockhart Road, and he originally wanted to take a few photos secretly, but he didn't expect to accidentally bump into the material.

The four of us sat in the lounge area, watching the news, and our faces bloomed with joy. For the sake of confidentiality, Wei Ming was not told about this matter, although he is also his own person, but I always feel that the fewer people who know, the better.

The middle-aged couple who came to the Buddha card store before said that they went to Thailand and fell into evil were actually Shuhua's uncle and his family, who lived in Shenzhen, and were specially called to Hong Kong by Shuhua to act for us, creating the illusion that Nangya had made a mistake in casting spells in the Buddha card shop. Then Shuhua called Azan Weng again, saying that there was something to be exposed, and after meeting, Shuhua first told Azan Weng about Nangya's rebellion by the Yin Spirit when he cast the spell, and then raised his dissatisfaction with him, asking when he could marry me. Azam Wong naturally laughed and perfunctory, Shuhua pretended to be angry, ran all the way to the erotic bar, and the two sat down and continued to talk.